Following publication of yesterday's post and a failed bid to try and interest myself in a lousy movie, I did more than totter on the brink ─ I leapt right in.
Madness. Its recurrence is inexorable.
My young brother failed to show up last evening by the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I had in place for him, so I was into my bed ahead of 10 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 4:30 a.m. in order to give me plenty of time to be ready to make the 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) that opens at 7 a.m.
I wanted to be away well before 6 a.m. in order to have lots of time for a couple of planned detours.
So much for plans. It was 6:05 a.m. before I got on my way. Nevertheless, I did manage to get the cheque for my brother's share of the annual house insurance deposited ─ this was one of the planned detours, and was indispensable.
I had to walk faster than I intended ─ this was supposed to have been a leisurely trek. But at least I was into the store within 10 minutes past its opening.
And I was back home just after 8:30 a.m., I believe. I had just finished putting a few of my purchases into the fridge when my brother made his appearance from his bedroom, which was unusally early for a Sunday.
The morning ─ and so the day ─ was overcast but dry. This year thus far has been the worst I have ever experienced from the perspective of sunning opportunities. However, I heard a claim (on the morning T.V. news that my brother had tuned in) that by next weekend we ought to be reaching the upper 20s (in degrees Celsius).
I have nothing eventual to report concerning my shopping expedition apart from seeing a raccoon hustling across a backroad as I was early into my return hike.
Despite my brother already being up for the morning, I left him to enjoy the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to, and I returned to bed for possibly just over an hour.
When I then joined him for some T.V., I put our Android TV Box into action and tuned in yesterday's video post by Odessa Orlewicz ─ actually, it was a video in which she was the guest who was being interviewed: Lieutenant Steven Rogers From The US Interviews Odessa Orlewicz.
His site is campaign4america.comMy brother and I have seen this American before, and very much like his outspoken honesty and courage.
The lieutenant talks to Odessa about US Republican's uniting with Canadians to bring freedom back to our countries (lawfully and peacefully.)
The video was 51 minutes in duration, but it did not kick off for a few minutes ─ I don't understand why that dead space prior to someone's livestream is not simply deleted, for it wastes everybody's time who later tunes in to watch the recording.
Interestingly, I could not see any place at the man's website where his own videos are libraried (or archived).
Crime Minister Trudope warrants trial and conviction for treason for what he has done to Canada. And RagMeathead Singh needs to be right there with him.
Following the video, I tuned in the movie that I attempted to have my brother and I watch yesterday morning ─ 2018's Clara.
I loved it! Had my brother not been present, I would probably have wept at least a couple of times.
The actress who had the titular role was Troian Bellisario, a name unfamiliar to me. I am unsure that I have seen any of her work before, either, but in this movie she looks so very much like an actress whose name I cannot come up with, nor can I recall anything that the mystery actress may have acted in (although something is just on the verge of remembrance). For some reason, though, I have the feeling that the phantom actress is Canadian.
Interestingly, I see that Troian is married to the lead actor in the movie, Patrick J. Adams.
Supporting actress Kristen Hager's name meant nothing to me, but I am most familiar with the face ─ I like this actress. Maybe I ought to try and retain an acquaintance with her name. I cannot think of any actress whose face is so ably emotive ─ few are able to display their inner pain as can she. And she's really good-looking!
Following the movie, my brother did not get much bed rest ere he left for the afternoon ─ I hadn't even sought my own afternoon nap. Prior to it, though, my wife texted me at 1:04 p.m. as follows:
Hi, Happy Father's Day , I'm working probably will be home after work
I've never had kids ─ she's just referencing her two adult sons.
I didn't even realize that today was Father's Day ─ and neither of the lads said anything to me about it.
But it was a sweet gesture from her, I suppose.
And this seems as good a way of ending today's post as I can come up with.
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